Semag and Strops. Oooh how the name haunts me. I went there one time probably about 4 years ago and still, the name runs through my head like a creed or something. I mean it’s a bar in a strip mall. It’s a fine fine little crappy bar that’s pretty dark and had strong drinks and is called Semag and Strops. I think there’s one of those wacky dispensers in the bathroom from which you can get a tiny condom or a book of the world’s sexual positions. Hilarity is bound to ensue! There really weren’t that many games OR sports, but oh Semag and Strops, you shall forever hypnotize me.